I am Liberia
Even tho’ I been hearing that I am not…
Birthed by an American mother in America,
I am Liberia
I was fathered by a tribe, the Gio to be exact
And like you, my ancestors roamed the plains of Liberia
We are Liberia
We are Liberia
We are but children, wanting to play as brothers and sisters
Instead, you see tribe, insisting we are from different mothers and fathers.
We are Liberia
We are powerful
We have the power of our ancestors that roamed this land long ago
So long ago, that there are no paper documentation.
But I have the necessary documentation; it’s imprinted on our DNA.
We are Liberia.
I feel your pain and see your tears because,
I am you and you are me.
Help me so I can help you since two are stronger than one
We are Liberia
Hear my cry
Until you embrace me and I embrace you,
We will always exist on opposite sides.
I am Liberia, and you are Liberia
Can you see me because all I can see is you?
Love me as I love you
We are Liberia
Ty is a woman of many shades. Any attempt to limit her will be a mistake. She delves her hand in too many pots, often coming out with just the right mix. Her writing interests mostly motivational pieces, but she is not afraid to do pieces on fitness, health and healthy livng, cooking and travel. Her own website is under design and will soon be up.
Tywanya C. Nhaway
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